My life was a mess. I mean, it had always been chaotic — that kind of comes with the package when you're Spider-Man — but now it was on another level. First I killed Norman Osborn, crossing a line I swore I would never cross. Then I was left without the girl I love and watched the city I try so hard to protect start looking at me like I was part of the problem. But it was okay, all of that served as a lesson and showed me what I really needed to focus on from now on. Being better. Doing better. Honoring what Uncle Ben always believed I could be.

But apparently the universe decided that wasn't enough chaos.

Because right after that I got pulled through some crazy portal into another reality and discovered that there are multiple versions of Spider-Man running around. Then I came back home and a few days later two ridiculously strong monsters were practically demolishing Harlem while trying to kill each other. Then Tony Stark — who until yesterday was just a billionaire genius with way too much free time — showed up flying in a suit of armor that looked like it came straight out of a science fiction movie. And, as if that wasn't enough, a bald guy with an eyepatch showed up basically calling me to go to New Mexico to help deal with… gods?

Right.

Right.

Maybe saying my life was a mess was a bit of an understatement.

My life was an absolute mess.

*This fanfic is a direct continuation of the animated series The Spectacular Spider-Man (2008).*

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